“I never know what I think about something until I read what I’ve written on it.” – William Faulkner
You know what I was not meant to have? Control. Self-, others-, situational-, political-, government-, project-, subordinate-. None of it. I am involuntarily exerting control over my words, even as I type them. I used to be able to write freely, flowingly, honestly, carelessly. Not in an “I-don’t-care-about-others” kind of…
>this weekend, i attended the 12th birthday party of my first niece. we spent the day at a water park in western louisiana. i, thankfully,…
>i wrote earlier this evening, but after i was finished, i chatted online with my cousin, who is awaiting security clearance to go overseas and…
>what time it is? the past week and a half has been filled with teacher training and workshops and all manner of thrills. today, i…
>One of the best dinner parties ever…San Miguel de Allende July 21, 2004.

I’m Christi, and I have been writing, well, since I learned to write as a little girl. I learned in my 40’s that writing saves lives and sanity, and that is exactly why I am still here.